I dont like weddings.

I dont like attending them.  I dont like the point of them. I dont like my friends getting married.

WELL k, i do like my friends getting married. but its.. well its confusing.
I went to a wedding last night. and it was a rich wedding.  

I was just festering anger and brooding the entire night.

BUT i am an actor, so it did not show, and my boyfriend was a groomsman so i wasnt allowed to hate on anything. especially since i really like the people getting married.

I was invited to go to the “opening of the presents” today (the day after the wedding) and i’m not going.

I dont give a shit. its just rich people opening gifts from other rich people.

I am not rich. my parents are but i know they arent going to give me anything.

I dont want to watch the bride dance with her father because my relationship with my father is shitty and hes old so even if we fix our relationship thats broken and shtty. he’ll probably be dead by the time i get married.

I enjoy small weddings where the bride and groom know the name of everyone there.  it all people that matter and support you.  the bride has family that didnt even support them show up. what kind of bs is that!

when i get married its just gonna be for myself and my boyfriend.

if he ever decides to propose.  

we’re approaching out 7th anniversary soon and i’m starting to get annoyed because all we talk about is school and work.  i bring up the future and its just like. “uh huh” “okay” “sure” “whateva”

 its harder though. since we both live at home. so i can understand it would be weird to be engaged. and living apart.

BAH

 whateva.  

weddings just bring out the bitch in me.